This is a song about "Being abused"

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

They say love saves the empty, the confused, the broken and the abused

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Wouldn'ta fathomed this, originally abused his day to pray in corduroy gloves

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

Containing the monster locked within chained and caged used and abused

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

//do this for the poor in the ghetto, the abused women

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it